When he had done he rose to his feet, and as I looked on his face I saw he was the dead man's son.
"Sir, you have killed my father, and I shall kill you," he said, in a calm voice, but with intense passion.

"Yes, I shall kill you, and if I fail my cousins will kill you.

If you escape us all, then we will charge our children to avenge the death of the man you have this day slain.

We are Corsicans, and we never forgive.

I know your name; mine is Giuseppe Griscelli." "You are distraught with grief, and know not what you say," I said as kindly as I could, for I pitied the lad.